Once upon a time there existed a heavily pregnant, gloriously bloated, organic carrot cake munching North London women who, not content with just knocking down a load bearing wall ‘just to see if it improved the view’, decided that the family should ‘re-locate’ to the great outdoors. It was a ‘Brady Bunch’ moment when the family consisting of three generations, a manic depressive Spaniel and a very miffed cat bundled themselves into a fleet of semi decaying cars and left London for good.
Little did they realise as they journeyed further and further up the A12 towards the glorious buttock of England that is East Anglia, that the 11.00pm drunken Doner Kebab buying and scoffing session could be so sorely missed.
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